“I don’t at all know what to do,” Lingham said as shadows slid across his face.
Godfrey asked, “How much does your wife know?”
“She doesn’t.”
“What kind of sheriff is her pa?”
“He’s solid. Keeps things orderly and knows when to talk and when to draw. He’s put down a few in his life, but is fair.”
“Have you considered bringing him and his men in on this?”
Dicky and Oswell looked back at Godfrey as if he had just announced that he were, in fact, a woman.
The plump man raised his hands defensively and explained, “I’m not suggesting that Lingham tell the sheriff anything he doesn’t need to know. He tells him he got a threatening letter from some fellow from his past who’s got a black grudge against him. Dicky could scribble something good and convincing, I’m certain. Then we’d have the
